addendum to my last post

I don't know how it could possibly have slipped my mind when I was writing my last post, but I completely forgot to tell you another part to my story about how DH got a little upset when I asked for chocolate milk while I was on bed rest.

Before I went in the bedroom to have a good cry, I needed my PIO shot.  Well, I was so upset (again - it's the hormones!) that I decided I was not going to rely on DH for my needs during the remainder of my bed rest (silliness, I know).  So I gave my PIO shot to myself.  DH was standing right there and asked me if I wanted him to do it.  I said no and pushed the needle in.  Yep, I did it.  And it really wasn't that bad!  Except for the part where I removed the needle from my tushie and started gushing blood.  No kidding.  It was coming out of that tiny needle hole faster than I could keep up with it.

And then DH swooped in and saved the day - er, night (I take my shot at 8 pm every night).  He tore off a super absorbent paper towel and held it to my tushie.  I took over the holding the paper towel part; he cleaned up the floor where my blood had spilled over the edge of my sweat pants and landed in big drips.  Afterwards, I laid on the couch for a few minutes and then made my way to the bedroom.  Cut to the scene in my last post where DH came into the bedroom and apologized and we had a good laugh.

After the drama and laughter in the bedroom, I made a pit stop in the bathroom before making my way back to the couch for a movie with DH.  (You're probably wondering why I'm telling you about my visit to the restroom, but I assure you it involves another funny little story.)  I didn't even do anything big (heh heh) in the bathroom, but for some reason, the toilet would not flush - like it was clogged.  I waited for the water to slowly go down, then I flushed again...and very, very slowly, it emptied and was back to normal.

Still, I wondered why the toilet had such a problem flushing.  After a few minutes, it dawned on me.  I still had the paper towel stuffed in the back of my pants that DH had given me to stop the blood from gushing after my shot!  LOL, it must have fallen out of my pants and into the toilet causing it to (almost) plug up.  I chuckled to myself and shared my funny little story with DH.  And he laughed.  And probably rolled his eyes at me.

I guess that is what I get for being pouty and all hormone-y and giving myself my own PIO shot.  I advise any of you who are thinking you can do this yourself to please reconsider.  You may end up anemic with a clogged toilet.  ; )